The friend of silence comes close to God.

Do not be surprised that you fall every day; do not give up, but stand your ground courageously. And assuredly, the angel who guards you will honour your patience.

Humility is the only virtue that no devil can imitate. If pride made demons out of angels, there is no doubt that humility could make angels out of demons.

An angel fell from Heaven without any other passion except pride, and so we may ask whether it is possible to ascend to Heaven by humility alone, without any other of the virtues.

Humility is constant forgetfulness of one's achievements.

Repentance lifts a man up. Mourning knocks at heaven's gate. Holy humility opens it.

Obedience is the burial of the will and the resurrection of humility.

The lover of silence draws close to God. He talks to Him in secret and God enlightens him.

When a man has found the Lord, he no longer has to use words when he is praying, for the Spirit Himself will intercede for him with groans that cannot be uttered.

A servant of the Lord stands bodily before men, but mentally he is knocking at the gates of heaven with prayer.

Confession is like a bridle that keeps the soul which reflects on it from committing sin, but anything left unconfessed we continue to do without fear as if in the dark.

Homelessness is not the result of not having a house, it's lack of a soul in a body.

Let wickedness escape as it may at the bar it never fails of doing justice upon itself for every guilty person is his own hangman.

I'm not a teen anymore, but growing up, some of my favorite things were, like, 'Twin Peaks, ' which wasn't even really my time, and this is one of the things, like a weird, quirky, small town mystery.

To mark the hundredth anniversary of the Titanic, the Republicans have nominated Mitt Romney.

You wave your hands up to the sky, kick your legs to the side. Are you ready, let's do the Freddie.

In the streets the children screamed. The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed

I love mythic stuff. I love playing with gods, I love playing with myths. A lot of it has to do with that they're the basic places stories come from. They're the clay that you make the bricks out of.

At 8, I made a pact with God.

I know a lady that loves to talk so incessantly, she won't give an echo fair play; she has that everlasting rotation of tongue that an echo must wait till she dies before it can catch her last words!

But for the national welfare, it is urgent to realize that the minorities do think, and think about something other than the race problem.